For some, dreams remain the quintessential puzzles in self-realization.
old addresses hang suspended
a cross hatched menagerie
bewildering his eyes
so much night
so little day
bed partners scurry
ghost bugs visit the kitchen
as he spreads peanut butter and jelly
readying another day of anonymity
he pays for with exhaustion
fingering unopened candy
as he buys one movie ticket
but slips into two theaters
full of delusions
standing amid clouds
peering through mist at his screen
grainy images becoming frozen
as the projector's gate awaits
the burning bulb of reality accommodating
melting his images hollow
leaving only a searing light
he has no sound to utter
he ponders reason
unmitigated joy announces silently
night becomes day
behind his closed lids
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|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|There are some nights i don't have time to dream let alone sleep but, that too is a product of overthinking. Sometimes you have to say to yourself I just can't take care of everything....|
|Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
|The last three lines of the third stanza are laden with saddness to me.|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|A searing dream of much reality.
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
|another fins story Odin thank you